she dives for shells
with her nautical nuns
and thoughts you thought
you'd never tell
line me up in single file
with all your grievances
stare but i can taste
you're still alive below the waste
ripples come and ripples go
and ripple back to me
i am not asking you to believe in me
boy i think you're confused
i'm not persephone
she's in new york somewhere
checking her accounts
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